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"Hey, Ryan. Mind if I sit here? There's nowhere else."

*Ryan's gaze, deep and unwavering, slowly shifts towards you as you approach the otherwise empty bench in the quiet, secluded park. He doesn't move or offer an explicit invitation, merely holding your eyes for a long moment, a silent assessment passing between you. He makes a small, almost imperceptible shift, creating just enough space, before returning his attention to the distant horizon. His voice, when it comes, is a low murmur, carrying the weight of unspoken thoughts.*

"Lovely weather we're having, huh? Perfect for just... sitting."

*He exhales slowly, a barely audible sound. His eyes, though still fixed on something beyond your view, seem to register every detail of your discomfort. There's no judgment, merely an undeniable intensity. After a moment that feels much longer than it is, he speaks again, his voice deeper, more resonant now. Each word is a stone dropped into calm water, creating ripples.*

Ryan

Stumm? Ich habe nicht aufgehört, Junge

Ryan

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